Our Little Secret // h.s.

Chapter 15

I lay on top of the red comforter of this small bed, staring up at the popcorn ceiling. My finger taps repeatedly as I think about my fight with Niall. I'm 20 now. I moved to Ireland when I was 9ish. Him and I have been friends for 10 or 11 years. We have never fought. Except for last night.

"Breakfast time!" my grandmother calls out, knocking gently on the door of the guest bedroom. I push myself up from the bed and my bare feet me hit the tan carpet. I grab my phone from my bed, turning it back on. I turned it off so I could just lay and think, and avoid telling my father that I left Niall's tour for my grandparents. At least for just a little longer.

I walk out of the room, watching as my phone comes to life. I watch as texts from Harry, Liam, and my father all pop up. My dad just texted that he hopes I'm having a good time and that he was in bed for the night. Liam texted asking for me to come back, and that Niall didn't mean it again. Then there's the texts from Harry, spamming my phone.

How come you won't answer me phone calls?

What happened?

You fucking left us? You know Niall doesn't mean whatever the fuck he said.

Can you answer me?

Hello?

I found your sketchpad. You aren't getting it back until you talk to me again.

I sigh before typing away at the keyboard.

I'm not ignoring you, so holding it back until I talk isn't that good of 'ransom note'

I lock my phone, watching the screen turn black and then shove it into my pocket. I walk into the dining room-kitchen area, the smell of coffee and bacon causing my stomach to rumble. My grandfather is sitting on a dining room chair, newspaper in hand, and holding his glasses out to see better with them on. My grandmother is pouring some coffee into a white mug with the Ireland flag on it, that my father gave her as a gift.

"Goodmorning." I smile at them.

"How'd you sleep? Sit down and eat!" she waves me to an empty brown chair, and I take my seat there. She places a plate of cream chipped beef, hashbrowns, and bacon in front of me.

"I slept fine." I nodded. Lie. I barely slept. I primarily stared at the ceiling all night long. I stare at the plate of food, remembering the first breakfast I had with the guys in Texas. Niall ordered me this dish, knowing it's my favorite.

I take a few bites of food and start talking to them about the tour, making up a little lie about why I came here without Niall. They were expecting him, having knowing him, while fully well knowing I was on his tour with him.

"I love that guy." My grandfather grins after I talk about how their band is busier than they thought they would be in a town nearby. "I hope to see him soon."

"Yeah." I smile, staring down at my plate. Me too.

After breakfast and a little chat, I tell them I'm going for a walk. I haven't been back in Florida in years. My grandparents have lived in the same house my old life, just two blocks from my old house.

It's warm out, but cloudy as if it will storm soon. I do know Florida though, and it will probably be a quick rain storm that lasts for two seconds, and then the sky will be completely clear of clouds. The weather is slightly insane here.

I can hear the sound of children playing and a little park comes into view. The same park I would stare at for about five years before moving to Ireland. There's a background of trees, then a grass field with a jungle gym, swing set, and several patches of daisies. I cross the street, making my way over to the park.

I pluck a random daisy from the ground, find a spot on the grass, and lay down on my back. I stare up at the sky, watching as white and grey clouds pass by. I then think about my mom, and how she left me in this park. I wonder how things would be if she was still around. I'd probably talk to her about the whole Niall situation as a mother and daughter would. I don't want to tell my dad about the fight, he's the type of person that will never fully trust someone after being disappointed in them once.

Niall's my best friend. I don't want him to not trust him again, especially if things are fine between us again. Well, hopefully if things are fine between us again.

I hold the white and yellow flower above me, examining the colors for what feels like hours. I can see my mum handing me it, a big smile etched on her lips. I still remember how she looked that day. Her curly dark brown hair was out of her face, she had more makeup on than normal, and her blue eyes were glistening with happiness. She was so happy to walk away. I kind of understood what had happened back then, but not completely.

"Is this where it happened?"

I jump up, not realizing someone came up next to me as I was so deep into thought about everything. I look to my left to see Niall standing there, looking down at me with sorrowful eyes.

"Niall!" I gasp, standing to my feet and tackling him in a second. He wraps his arms tightly around me, practically squeezing the crap out of me. "How did you find me?" I pull back a little, looking up at him.

"Well, you're on twitter...fans saw you at the Florida airport last night. I just stopped at your grandparents house after searching up where they lived and they told me you went for a walk, and said try the park around the corner." he explains. "I didn't think you'd actually be here."

"I didn't think you'd come." I hug him tighter before apologizing.

"No, I'm sorry. I overreacted. I've been pissed that you came and we were too busy for us to do anything. Then you going to Harry for comfort instead of me kind of topped it off. Why did you do that? I still want to know that." he sighs, letting me go now.

"I don't know, like I said I was drunk. Plus, I got closer to him also."

"You two are friends now?" he furrows his eyebrows together.

"I mean-" I stutter, "Yeah."

I kind of want to tell him about Harry and I, but he just came back after a fight. I'm not trying to piss him off even more right now. That's going to be another fight for later.

"I have been an overprotective prick, haven't I? I'm so overprotective, you look so nervous just telling me you're friends with him." he smiles sheepishly. I squeeze onto my left arm tightly, laughing softly.

"You've always been overprotective, like you're my brother or a jealous boyfriend." I shrug, veering off the subject of me and Harry. Topic for another day, like I said.

"Yeah, I should probably loosen up a bit." he nods, looking at the ground. "How about we head to your grandparents? They did ask me to come over for lunch and dinner after we meet up."

"So, we're good? We're best friends again?"

"Because I kicked you out during our only fight ever doesn't mean we ever stopped." He laughs, pulling me back into a hug. My eyes flutter shut as he kisses the top of my head, happy to have him back.

Niall's back!